The winter that fascinated me

Layers of hoarfrost covered the earth, and when people walked out of the house, the slightest suffocation was a white mist; the hoarfrost that stepped on the grass in the road creaked, and the water splashed in the courtyard last night also formed a pool of ice. .

The mountains in the distance are still the same, and they are actually some bald branches or faded pine trees. Next to the pine trees are a few yellow plants with wilting and ridges, and the big stones are bleak. In the vicinity of the wheat field, the wheat seedlings seem to be covered with a thin quilt. The crispy white and white soil is gently covered with dirt and smashed into the soil.

This morning was very cold, and the cold early risers slammed their feet and slammed a small wooden stick from the ground to make a little effort to fold it. The sound of the small channel is not very loud. The water that has flowed from the mouth of the channel is splashed on the rock and the dead branches form a string of transparent ice strips. It splashes on the rocks and forms a frozen, teardrop-shaped, long Strips, circles, and lines, splashing on the dead branches are arbitrarily frozen by the form of branches. Whatever the branches grows, it will form until the sun rises and it slowly fades away.

But it seems so normal for such a common morning. The thing that I am most expecting is snowing. If it is not snow in winter, I will not love it so much. I hate it more. Snow is like an angel, white, beautiful and light angel. From the winter day I waited for the arrival of snow until the snowing day. The sky is gray and the gray clouds are also gray and the wind is blowing. The exciting snow flutters down. The cold wind roars and the pieces are covered with white snow. The sky is so beautiful that the flowers are so beautiful. The snow is so long that the mountains are white snow. Hey, the pine branches are full of snow, and it looks like wearing a winter outfit for a look. The little wasteland gravel makes the snow cover the body. The buildings are like a building, Qiulou Yuyu shines silver, wheat seedlings. Oh, I finally put on a thick cotton quilt to spend the winter.

After waiting for the depth of the small courtyard, the depth of the snow began to change. The children shouted and ran outside the house. They didn’t care about the snow dolls, snowballs, pinches, and tumbling. What about adults? It’s not boring to play this kind of game, they are hiding in the house and raising the fire to warm up; it’s a pity that this beautiful snow scene is not appreciated.

It took more than two days for the snow to stop. It took about a week to start clearing, because it couldn’t stand the sun. The hot snow began to melt slowly. It was a nasty thing to turn snow. The snow melted into the land and became muddy. The house was dripping. The voice is particularly hurtful; the cold wind likes to make some nerves and sickness for a while, and for a while, the people who blow are snoring.

The snow has also gone down, and the chemical has changed. The footsteps of winter are gradually going further and step by step to the end. People who like winter will cherish it and cherish it!

In fact, that winter is not beautiful in my heart. Perhaps the beauty is the white snow in winter. The spring blossoms after the snow, the humming after the flowers bloom, and the leaves after the sings. After the leaves fall, it is a winter that makes me fascinated.

The third middle school of Jixian County: Liu Shengquan